

You've been applying for jobs for months and months to no avail and just as you were about to lose hope, some company gets back to you claiming they'd be interested in hiring you and ask you to show up for an interview. So you travel all the way to the other side of the city, wearing your best shirt, suit and tie, you even put on some perfume you never really use and make sure you look as proper as possible: polished shoes, slick hair, and a certain semi-assertive stance that you practiced in front of a mirror the night before. All in all, you feel pretty confident and masculine and you're telling yourself you're gonna nail this and so on. Once you finally reach the office and a meek, silent man points at a door without a word, you start feeling a little sweaty and nervous and as soon as you step in the room behind said door your confidence seems to have vanished completely, just like that. Suddenly gravity seems to be hitting a lot harder, you feel your own weight pulling you towards the floor, your arms are heavy, your knees are weak and your breath is short: you feel exactly like a prey being stalked by a predator. And once I finally speak, addressing you with the utmost casual tone, you know you're really in trouble: there's no escape from this room, you might be able to run away from it, eventually, but you won't be able to ever forget the crushing truth that just hit you so hard: your only purpose in life is to submit to powerful women and serve them and your rightful place is below them, at their feet. If they allow it, that is...